As I mentioned on Friday one of my best buds was planning to tie the knot this weekend.
OK, so I just reread that last sentence and it sounds as if I thought he might not actually follow through with it. Which is not the case at all. (I actually thought she might no-show.) He actually went through with it and is now happily married. Anyway, in that same post I also mentioned that not only is he a good friend but he’s a heck of a designer. However, I failed to mention that he was the guy who lived through the entire West Virginia fiasco with me. (NOTE: each of the words in that previous sentence are individual links — in chronological order, mind you — to the mayhem that ensued after that trip.)
Yep, that’s right, me and my boy Jay experienced Southern Xposure, Tudor’s Biscuit World, and the rest of the old “Show Me” state together in his spacious 1989 Saturn. So, as a grooman’s gift, he gave me a flask with this design on it to commemorate that memorable weekend together.
It’s for this reason that Jay will always have a special place in my heart.
Right alongside Tudor’s.
(Yes that is me with the rockin’ Citadel-style haircut and acid washed jeans. It appears you have the last laugh after all, West Virginia.)